I’m pulling out all the stops. I’m winding this old organ up till the stained glass windows shatter. I’m going at it with all I’ve got, because I haven’t got anything else and I’m forty-four and starting again at life.
This time, the writer’s life.
This writing thing has to work. I’m writing in English and Russian, I’m doing autobiographical stories, and business/management pieces, I’m pouring out terrible poems, I’m writing a novel in Russian, I’m experimenting with short-form sketches, SOMETHING HAS GOT TO STICK.
[Roy and Pennie have known “The real Count Rostov” for many years. Below is a 90-second video of the Count and Sasha at home on a Sunday afternoon with friends who are visiting. This video is more than 11 years old.]
